“I’m a little preoccupied trying to take down a f*****g psychopath, Cami.”
“What makes him the psychopath, and not you?”
“Yeah,” I say, “seriously. He wants the same thing you do.”
“Except I have a right to it. He doesn’t.”
“Why? Because you say so. I thought the Bratva is all about power, not birthright?”
His eyes flash with anger. I’m genuinely glad the desk is between us. Every time we get into it, I endup at his mercy in ways I crave and hate at the same time. He was right before—I can still feel hismark inside me.
“You’re right,” Isaak says acidly. “It is all about power. The strongest always wins. I guess we’ll seehow this plays out.”
His tone is frigid. The easy back-and-forth we’d shared only moments ago has completely dissipated.
It’s what I wanted, though, right? I’d pick
